Washington thought our marriage was a political arrangement. My father called it an alliance; the newspapers called it a strategic union. They were all wrong about one thing. Somewhere between campaign dinners, television cameras, and endless handshakes, my arranged wife became the one person I couldn’t imagine my life without.
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